What a very different Christmas from a year ago. What a wonderful Christmas morning. A year ago, my wife was pregnant, awaiting the birth of a moose child who was already two days late. We woke up on Christmas morning, opened presents and started getting ready for people coming over when the little one decided to kick a hole in her cozy confines. That was the beginning of 28 hours of labor, a c-section and six days in the hospital. It was around 10 a.m. when my wife noticed the “trickle” and made a call to her doctor. “How quick can you get here?” the doctor asked. “Now?” my wife replied. “We’re having people over at 11.” What a very different Christmas this year. So much tamer, thank goodness, and so few contractions. There were no hospital gowns or IV drips. No Jell-O packs or cafeteria food. No hospital smell or nurses checking in at all hours — “Hello! Using the bathroom here!” This was a real Christmas! A year later and my daughter is less a baby and more a girl. How does that happen? She was so little, so frail so well she was just a little blob. But it’s all melted away in a year and she’s a big, silly girl. She woke up on Christmas morning wearing candy cane pajamas with long hair drooping down over her face like water spilling from a fountain. Her sleepy eyes hung heavy, but woke up as we carried her … Continue reading What a Very Different Christmas